Logan hurried in after her. The toilets were a depressing shade of green: three walls painted a nasty institutional spearmint; the fourth - where the long, trough urinal was - done in the same speckled green terrazzo as the floor. But unlike the floor, years of police officer's piddle had bleached white streaks into the surface, looking disturbingly like dried milk. Or sperm. Steel stood by the line of cubicles, arms outstretched, preventing DI Insch from disappearing inside. 'No - we are going to talk about this like adults!' 'Get out of my bloody way.' Alec shifted to get a better angle and Insch turned on him:'WHAT DID I BLOODY TELL YOU?' 'I'm just--' Insch stuck a hand against Alec's chest and shoved - sending the cameraman clattering back into the urinal trough. 'Aaaah! Fucking hell--' Steel stared. 'Have you gone mental? ' Snarl. 'GET OUT!' 'You can't just-- ''Jesus ... I'm covered in piss!' Insch turned, grabbed Steel by the lapel and shoved her back against a cubicle door. 'Listen up and listen good, you foulsmelling--' Logan stepped forwards. 'Excuse me, sir!' 'I'm busy, Sergeant.' 'The Assistant Chief Constable wants to see you in his office.' 'Tell him I'll be there in a--' 'Get your fat hands off me!' 'He did say it was urgent, sir.' Silence. 'Fine.' The inspector stepped back and let go of Steel. 'I'm finished here anyway.' She straightened her jacket. 'You ever grab me like that again and you will be - I'll tear your fucking balls off!' Alec was back on his feet, face a picture of disgust as he shook one foot and then the other, sending little droplets flying onto the grubby, green floor. 'Fucking piss everywhere! I was only trying to do my job!' He picked up his camera and wiped it on his sleeve. 'You any idea how much these bloody things cost? I'm making an official complaint, you can't treat me like I'm some sort of--'
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